Six Years Later, He Pulled Her Into His Arms

Ruan Qingqing was an orphan with nowhere else to turn, so she went to the Duke of Cheng's residence to seek help from her aunt, who was a concubine there.

A young girl's heart fluttered. At first sight, the peerlessly elegant and handsome heir, Song Qingchen, became the moon she hid deep in her heart, careful not to let anyone know.

Two years passed. Song Qingchen and Ruan Qingqing led entirely separate lives: she struggled to get by in a remote courtyard, while he schemed for power in the grand halls of court. They never met or spoke a single word, just as one would expect.

Then, six years ago, on a day of heavy rain.

Beneath a teahouse on West Street, Ruan Qingqing caught sight of him on the second floor, seated by the window and chatting with a friend.

As before, she thought she was being cautious as she hid behind a pillar across the street, peering through the rain at the face she had not seen in so long.

But she did not know that she had already given herself away...

The eunuch Tian, seated across from Song Qingchen, squinted lecherously and asked, “Do you know that pretty girl downstairs?”

Song Qingchen glanced sideways. All he saw was the silhouette of an unfamiliar young woman. He answered honestly, “No.”

Then Song Qingchen left in his carriage.

Ruan Qingqing, meanwhile, was dragged into a private room at the teahouse with a hand clamped over her mouth.

A moment later... A dull thud rang out across West Street!

Song Qingchen lifted the carriage curtain and looked back. More and more people were gathering around the teahouse.

“Someone jumped!” a person shouted.

“Such a tragedy. Whose daughter was she?” someone asked...

Song Qingchen curled his lip in disdain, calmly lowered the curtain, and closed his eyes to rest.

On the noisy street, the rain fell harder and harder, and the carriage traveled farther and farther away...

Six years later.

Song Qingchen had risen to become the second-ranking chancellor in the Grand Secretariat of Great Qi, wielding tremendous power.

He stood atop a tower, gazing out through the falling snow. A slender, lame woman struggling through the drifts seemed to catch his attention, and he could not look away.

“She is the wife of Zhang Ke, an official in the Ministry of Revenue. They've been married five years,” his bodyguard said.

Another man's wife, then!

Song Qingchen tapped his long fingers lightly, then gave a soft laugh. “So what? I'll take her for myself!”

A resilient, clear-eyed beauty vs. a cunning, ruthless powerbroker

Note: The heroine is not a virgin; the hero is. Happy ending.

Theme: Stay true to yourself.